Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

He That Is Respectless In His Courses Oft Sells His Reputation At Cheap Market.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.